In the monotonous and boring three days, Ning Chen has harvested more things than ever before.
He didn't notice that since his cultivation level entered the second rank, the injury on his body recovered much faster than before.
After being conditioned by the magical golden sore medicine in the palace, the arrow wound on his left chest near his shoulder was no longer so painful, and the old man's sword was no longer a serious problem.
In fact, he has always been curious about what the gold sore medicine in the palace is made of, but he has not had the opportunity to ask.
Of course, apart from the golden sore medicine produced by the Great Xia Palace of Shenqi, the main reason was that the hand he used the sword was his right hand, and his wounds were all on the left side, otherwise the best medicine would not be able to withstand such tossing.
As for Ning Chen's method and progress of sword training, Xia Miaoyu, sword worship, and even the 400 Imperial Guards were all aware of them, but no one bothered them.
Diligent, stupid, this is Xia Puyu's evaluation.
Diligent, reluctant, and sword worship are viewed slightly differently.
Diligent, very hardworking, that's what's on the minds of most Custodians.
Xia Miaoyu was a genius in martial arts, so naturally he couldn't see the progress of Ning Chen's sword practice. Sword worship was not considered a genius. He believed that diligence can make up for one's selfishness all his life, and he was reluctant to accept Ning Chen's progress. .
However, no matter who it is, they can't deny Ning Chen's diligence, very diligent, very diligent.
On the third night, Jian Feng picked up the ancient sword and took Ning Chen far away from the team camp.
When he came back, it was half past midnight, and Ning Chen sat down to adjust his breath as soon as he came back, looking pale and a little scary.
Jian Eng returned to the tent to rest for the first time, and the tiredness could not be concealed on the old face.
Fortunately, the night was fine!
No one knew where Jian Eng and Ning Chen had gone or what they had done. The only two people who knew about it went back to adjust their breaths after returning that night, and their faces were ugly and terrifying.
On the fourth day, the endless journey finally saw hope. Standing on the mountain road, looking from a distance, a city was located on the vast land, and everyone was immediately inspired.
That is Shanmenguan, the city guarded by the Duke of Buyi, one of the Ten Martial Lords of the Great Xia.
The Marquis of Commoner, a legendary title, guarded the mountain gate for sixteen years and never returned to the imperial city. When he became famous, most of the soldiers in the army were just born, and he didn't know much about this Marquis.
But everyone knows that the commoner is not a hereditary Wuhou, but climbed up step by step from a commoner. The word commoner is an encouragement and praise for his origin.
The Ten Marquis of Great Xia are all legendary figures, both in terms of tactics and force, and there are many Marquis of Great Xia, but there have never been more than ten Marquis in the past thousands of years.
This is the highest force in Daxia, a figure who suppresses the fortunes of the country, and the existence of each one makes the surrounding countries feel heavy pressure.
The biggest reason why the Changsun lineage can produce a queen is that there are two Marquis in the Changsun lineage.
Among the ten Marquis of Wu, the Marquis of Qinghe was the Marquis of Wu who had already been appointed by the predecessor Xia Huang, sitting in the northwest, the Marquis of Bei Wu guarded the northern border and defended against the royal court of Beimeng, and the Marquis of Buyi sat in the northeast and deterred the Kingdom of Zhenji.
And in the most difficult West, the blood-clothed prince stood alone, making the Eternal Night Divine Religion not dare to attack easily.
In the southwest, because of the existence of Du'e Temple and the terrifying abbot of Du'e Temple, there is also a Wuhou in Daxia.
In the south, barbarians are rampant, and they come from time to time. Seven years ago, Daxia sent Ji Yuhou to suppress it, so that the barbarians in the south disappeared for a while.
In the southeast, a Marquis of Daxia is also sitting here, and what he wants to deter is a country that is more shameless than the real country.
As for, in the relatively calm East, why Daxia also sent a Marquis to sit in command, few people know.
Eight of the ten Marquis of Daxia have been in town for many years. Only two are not included in this list. One is the Marquis of Taiping, who has a shorter period of time as a marquis, and the other is the Marquis who ranks first among the ten Marquis. Xia Junshen, Marquis of Triumph.
The word "victory" represents only the simplest four words, invincible!
The ten Marquis are the symbol of Daxia's invincibility, and they are the sustenance of Daxia's subjects. Therefore, when the escorting team saw the mountain gate in the distance, the depressed mood along the way was suddenly relieved.
However, they seem to have forgotten that they are still on the mountain road.
Shanmenguan seems to be very close, but in fact it is still very far away.
The rising sun is always bright and gentle, which makes people unconsciously relax and let go of their vigilance.
They forgot that they traveled day and night, in fact, to avoid a person.
Just under the rising sun, when everyone returned to the Prime Minister, they found that the devil in their eyes, the Son of God, came slowly in the morning light.
I have to say that Jun Shaoqing is very worthy of the name Son of God, especially at this time, the morning light behind him exudes a dazzling light, walking step by step, as if the king of the gods is coming, so overwhelming that everyone present can't breathe.
What is despair, despair is about to see hope, only to find that hope is so far away.
After more than ten days of running around, the team that sent the relatives had already reached the safest place, but at the nearest place, they encountered an obstacle that could not be passed.
The messenger of the True Kingdom smiled brightly, and there was a hint of perverted cruelty in the splendor. He hoped that the Son of God would kill everyone, even if he killed him.
In fact, there is not much knowledge about the Son of God in this world, only that he is an unreasonably powerful young man. Facts have proved that the rumors are not exaggerated at all. The battle a few days ago fully proved this.
A person who has not yet reached the innate can actually cause the change of heaven and earth, and also use the power of heaven and earth to a very terrifying level.
There are even rumors in the world that the children of this generation may have the legendary Eternal Night Divine Body.
This is a terrible possibility, but whether it is true or not, there is no doubt that the children of this generation are powerful enough to be perverted.
Only the peak of the ninth rank can cope with the powerhouse of the ninth rank peak. Xia Miaoyu and Jian Zong are the only people in the sending team who are qualified to compete with them.
However, the most unfortunate thing is that after last night, the sword in the hands of the sword worship is not at its peak.
The mountain road is rugged, the team comes from north to south, and there is a cliff not far from the west. There is no chance to even run. If it falls, maybe Xia Miaoyu and Jian Zong will be able to survive, but the rest will surely die.
On the mountain road that is not wide, the most powerful enemy is ushered in.
Jun Shaoqing's calm and indifferent gaze fixed on Xia Miaoyu, he only came here for the sake of life and had no interest in others.
Xia Miaoyu greeted her without giving up. Whether she was the princess or the princess of Daxia, she had no reason to give in.
Daxia has been invincible for thousands of years, so the people of Daxia are proud, from commoners to monarchs and ministers.
The three were speechless, and they faced each other for a while, but no one said a word.
It's not more than a speculative sentence, maybe that's it.
In the end, the sword enshrined by the sword moved first. Among the three, he is now the weakest, so he must create opportunities for the princess.
A sword is blameless, and it is so fast that it is so fast that the space has not reacted, and a black hole is drawn by this extremely fast sword.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, he once took the old man's sword, compared to the two, the sword he took was too insignificant.
However, this seemingly inexplicable sword was caught between two fingers, and the moment they touched, the ground under their feet suddenly cracked, dust and sand flew up, and the energy oscillated ten feet away.
The sword was blocked, and the expression of the sword worship did not change. When the hand holding the sword turned, the blade of the sword turned and advanced three inches.
Jun Shaoqing loosened his fingers, turned his body slightly to the side, flicked his two fingers, and swayed the sword's edge, and then his right hand condensed his fingers, breaking the sea of anger towards the former.
At this moment, Xia Miaoyu's figure has arrived, and in the frosty sky, a slender hand ruthlessly pressed Jun Shaoqing's heart.
"Oh?"
With a sigh of appreciation, Jun Shaoqing's eyes flashed a strange color, and he retreated, avoiding Xia Miaoyu's offensive, and did not choose to touch him.
The next moment, Jian Feng came again. Between every move of the sword worship, there was no defense, and there was no way for him to move, and he did his best to leave an opportunity for Xia Miaoyu.
Xia Miaoyu understood coldly and ruthlessly that between the moves, there was never a clearing, and every move saw the opportunity that the sword worship was desperately fighting for, and wanted to hit the Son of God with a single blow.
The two joined forces, one was ruthless to himself, and the other was ruthless to others, forcing the Son of God to retreat again and again.
"not bad"
Jun Shaoqing grabbed the stabbing sword with one hand, and hit Xia Miaoyu with the other.
"The powerhouses of Daxia, you make me admire"
As soon as he turned his hand, Jun Shaoqing's body was full of madness, and the mighty infuriating qi burst out, and the two of them were shaken back.
"pat"
A drop of blood dripped from Jun Shaoqing's hand, and the battle was so far, the first time it was red.
"Dark Thunder"
Jun Shaoqing raised his right hand, the surrounding world suddenly changed, thunder came in an instant, and the black thunder was like a thousand birds trembling, and the power was earth-shattering.
Seeing that the Son of God made a great move again, the figure of the sword worshiper disappeared instantly, and the sword smashed to the front of the former's chest.
Jun Shaoqing frowned, and the two fingers of his left hand clamped the sword's edge. However, he never thought that Xia Miaoyu would arrive behind the sword worship, and a palm was printed on the back of the sword worship. The former chest.
"Uh"
With a muffled groan, Jun Shaoqing endured the excruciating pain and responded forcefully, and his right hand ~ Thunderbolt slammed down.
"puff"
The body of the sword was leaning on the ground, and the sword was enshrined on the ground half-knelt.
On the other side, Xia Miaoyu also vomited a mouthful of blood and his face was pale, but the situation was better than the sword worship.
Strong, unsurprisingly strong, so strong that there is no hope.
The next moment, Jun Shaoqing's figure was already in front of the sword worship, and he dropped a single palm, killing intent.
Xia Miaoyu wanted to save her, but it was too late, she could only watch the palm fall.
At this moment, a black iron sword appeared, so weak, so immature, but without hesitation, stabbed the Son of God without hesitation.
Lime once said that without reaching the innate, the physical body cannot be transformed, and no matter how strong a person is, he cannot ignore the sword.
Jun Shaoqing is very strong, but after all, he has not reached the innate level, so no matter how weak this sword is, he cannot turn a blind eye.
"act recklessly"
A hint of coldness flashed in Jun Shaoqing's eyes, and with a turn of his palm, it slammed into the owner of the iron sword.
"Bang", in the blood all over the sky, the iron sword was completely shattered, and the owner of the iron sword flew out, flying dozens of feet away.
However, ten feet away is already a cliff.
At this moment, Xia Miaoyu had come to Jian Xiang's side, his figure flashed, and he retreated ten steps away.
Ning Chen, who was still in the air, saw this scene, and smiled contentedly, with a bright smile, stained with blood, like a peony blooming.
The old man's kindness, he repaid.
Jian Zong, who was rescued by Xia Miaoyu, saw the figure flying down from the sky, and fell towards the cliff like a broken kite. A pair of old eyes shrank fiercely, and his heart was as if he was caught by something, and he couldn't get out of his breath.
"No" Jian Xiang stretched out his hand to grab it, his mind shook, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood again, but he was unable to stop it...